Deus Dormiu Lá Em Casa
Carlos A. Moysés
God Slept at My House
Walking towards my home, on the road and so alone
My heart broken in a cruel doubt
Not knowing if living or dying was the solution
When at the edge of the road Jesus appeared
He slept at my house, made my home reborn
It was in the breaking of bread that he disappeared and I
Discovered that he was God
Today he is out there looking for a home
It could be yours if your door opens
That's why my heart burned... when
He spoke, it was heaven in me
"Stay with us, Lord"
"Stay with us, Lord, it's already late"
